It happened too suddenly, Zhang Qiang was defenseless, and was pushed to the ground by her like that.

Zhang Qiang was pushed by this, his palms and elbows all fell to the ground, and blood suddenly came out.

"I ......" He just wanted to have a seizure, but turned his head to find that the person who pushed him was Situ Cao's aunt.

Zhang Qiang looked down at the wound on his hand with a painful face, and swallowed the words back.

I helped Zhang Qiang up and looked at his wounds: "Are you okay?" ”

"Little things." Zhang Qiang shook his head, then pulled a group of us aside, and whispered, "What is she doing?" Why are you pushing me? Didn't she care much about Old Man Situ's life or death before? Why did Situ Cao start crying too? And that voice seems to have to overpower Situ Cao's head, there is really something wrong! ”

Du Deming licked his lips, and he leaned up to us and said in a voice that only we could hear, "I might be able to guess some." I heard my grandfather mention it before, it seems that there is a tradition in some places that when the old man is gone, his descendants must cry. Whoever cries loudly will be more blessed by the old man in the future. ”

Hearing this, I nodded, and my eyes kept watching Situ Cao's movements: "It's likely that this is the case." Her eldest aunt probably wanted to get the blessing of the old man in the future, so she deliberately acted in such a play. Hey, that's ......."

"She didn't honor the old man well during his lifetime, but now that the person has just left, she wants to bless her." Even Wang Yi couldn't help but complain.

At this time, we were sitting in a corner with no people, but no one came to greet us.

It seems that the people of the Situ family do not have a good impression of us.

I frowned slightly, looking at Situ Cao's delicate back, as if her family members had always had some kind of indescribable hostility towards her.

But why is that?

Situ Cao was still lying on the futon and crying in a low voice, her voice was already hoarse.

But we all know that there is no way to persuade her, it is better to let her vent well.

But at this time, Situ Cao's father walked in her direction.

He walked up to Situ Cao's side, reached out and grabbed her left hand, and then lifted her fiercely, trying to lift her off the ground.

"Get up for me, how long are you going to cry here?" Situ Cao's father suppressed his anger, and he looked down at her: "Those relatives and friends all came to guard the spirit of our Situ family to save face, you are crying here, and no one is in a good mood when they hear it." Can't you make others happy? ”

"Happy? Do you think other people should laugh out loud when grandpa dies? This is the filial piety that you keep emphasizing? Which of them hasn't received the favor of their grandfather in the past? When you rejoice in your funeral, are you not afraid of retribution? Situ Cao was extremely angry and trembled all over.

"You!!" Situ Cao's father's face changed, and he wanted to teach her a lesson in front of everyone.

A few of us were worried that Situ Cao's father would be unfavorable to her, so we hurriedly walked over.

We listened to their conversations.

For a while, the five of us didn't know what to say.

"Uncle Situ, please let her go, we will let her sit next to her." I endured my anger and looked at him politely.

"yes, you grabbed her like this, her wrists were swollen." Du Deming also stared at him with unkind eyes and said.

The five of us gathered around Situ Cao's father like this, looking at him half-persuasively and half-threateningly.

"You haven't left yet?" The man glanced at us unhappily, and a deep disgust appeared in his eyes.

"Sister Situ's grandfather just left, we should stay." Zhao Qiqi replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The rest of the Situ family also discovered this scene, and they all began to step forward, and there was a feeling of confrontation between the two parties.

The man glanced around, and finally let go of Situ Cao's hand: "Okay, on the night of the old man's vigil, I don't want to conflict with you." However, you'd better do your part, otherwise, our Situ family is not so easy to bully. ”

After speaking, he shook off Situ Cao's hand and returned to the crowd.

We walked up to Situ Cao's side, persuaded her for a while, and finally pulled her to the seat on the right side where there was less crowd.

When the others saw this, they retreated.

Situ Cao's eldest aunt cried for a long time, and when she saw that no one paid attention to her, she finally sat down in the crowd on the left.

The atmosphere suddenly returned to the previous lively and festive atmosphere.

The relatives and friends of the Situ family continued to chat with melon seeds, rubbing mahjong and laughing, and the noise suddenly overflowed the entire hall.

In the same farewell room, there seemed to be two very different atmospheres.

One is extreme sadness, the other is empty heat.

Situ Cao never spoke, nor did he look at anyone.

She just stared blankly at the portrait of her grandfather, her eyes empty.

Tears have long since dried up.

Crying could no longer be her way of expressing grief.

She was like a puppet stripped of her soul, just sitting like that, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

I followed Situ Cao's gaze to the statue.

In front of the statue, there are incense candles, melons and fruits, and countless white smoke lingers around the statue, and then rises up, looking unreal.

On the portrait, Situ Cao's grandfather Situ Shanping smiled kindly, but there was a special aura between his eyebrows, which looked very temperamental.

However, after staring at the photo for a long time, I felt that the old man's facial features began to slowly shift, and then became chaotic.

No.

To be precise, it should be the old man's facial features that have become a little weird.

I felt a little scared in my heart, so I looked away.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, and several of us couldn't help but hold our elbows and shiver violently at the same time.

It's only six o'clock in the afternoon, and the summer hasn't completely passed, so why is it so cold?

At this time, Situ Cao suddenly stood up and walked out.

The five of us looked at each other, and then walked out of the farewell hall as well.

Looking around, we finally found Situ Cao under a willow tree in front of us.

At this time, she stood beside the willow tree, staring at the gray sky in a daze.

Dusk has arrived.

In the distance, a faint hint of listless gold floated.

Everything around seemed so lifeless.

On the opposite hill, several white plumes of smoke billowed upwards and disappeared on the other side of the mountain.

Buzz.

Once again, I seemed to be able to feel the emotions of others very clearly.

Especially Stuart's.

At this moment, she seems to feel that she has no real sense of being alive, and everything around her seems to be becoming more and more unreal.

People, things, including herself.

She seemed to be floating in the vast universe, a wisp of consciousness.

In the end, even she herself could barely feel it.

Chill.

Meaning from the bottom of my heart.

The cold sensation numbed her limbs, and the cacophony of voices in the farewell hall behind her continued, filling her eardrums.

Buzz, buzz.

Her head was buzzing too.

Feeling her despair, I couldn't bear it, and took two steps forward, just as I wanted to say something to comfort her.

However......

Boom~~

A loud bang came from behind without warning.

We were taken aback.

turned around quickly, but heard screams one after another in the Chongshan Hall.